They suddenly remembered those words. This was the most terrifying presence in the forbidden land.
They had read about it in countless ancient texts. Supposedly, no one who had witnessed Hundred Ghosts Roam at Night had ever survived. All had died without a burial place, devoured by evil ghosts.
Then wouldn't they also have to die here today?
Woooo...
Chill winds blew in gusts as over a hundred Xiaodies carried lanterns into the courtyard.
Their gazes were plaintive and brimming with springtime desire, barely distinguishable from those of the living. They stared fixedly at Fang Yang, even a hint of bashfulness in their eyes.
"Benefactor, weren't you the one who saved me just now? If you wanted me to share your bed, I would have done so. Why did you have to kill me? How heartless."
Shing!
The moment those words fell, Ye Qinghong could no longer hold back and thrust his sword at them. Guan Qinghan did the same.
Even the White Snow Lion Cat lunged over with a yowl, claws out.
They were determined to fight these lantern-bearing female ghosts to the death.
Only Fang Yang watched it all coldly, the corners of his mouth lifting into a faint smile.
Then, before everyone's eyes, he waved his hand.
A flame suddenly ignited within his mind, a dark, ghostly flame.
The flame was distinct, burning fiercely and keeping his surroundings shrouded in a chill.
Layers of frost also formed on the ground.
The instant they saw that lamplight, every Xiaodie widened her eyes in horror and utter disbelief.
"H-how could this be? Why can you light a candle flame too?"
Chapter 217: The Fifth Disciple on the Stage?
In the dim courtyard, red lanterns swayed ceaselessly, just like something out of an opera.
High, wavering notes rang out.
Together